The fleeting moments
of a sweet exchange
as thrilling as the nightingale's song

Can fill the void
of a broken heart
and help to make it strong

The delicate words
of a maid to a man
and a soft kiss to his head

The honey filled praises
from a man to a maid
which dye her little hills red

The playful fights
which mean no harm
are filled with scattered laughs

And deep inside
the cautious man
finally removes his mask

These little sounds
like bells which ring
like notes on a musical staff

And the mighty king
filled with love
and in eternal bliss

Crowns his love
whom he has no life above
with a long lover's kiss